With power, I can have all the beauties under heaven that I desire.
But now, I regret it. I’m not sure when my father discovered you were the Asura Queen and started his sches. If I had known earlier, this opportunity would have been mine."
Just then, the originally quiet pit suddenly shook, and the entire giant cauldron emitted a thunderous roar.
The runes embedded in the soil layer suddenly lit up, golden light slithering like a snake across the cauldron walls, revealing a dragon scale pattern.
A deep, thunder-like growl ca from the depths below, shaking everyone’s eardrums painfully, as small stones rained down, and a web-like crack split open behind Zhou Yin on the cauldron wall.
His previously disheveled posture suddenly expanded like a monarch ascending the throne. His fingertips tapped lightly on the boulder beneath him, and with each knock, a piece of dragon scale peeled off the cauldron wall,
Zhou Yin’s smile slowly widened: "But now, it’s not too late. Since you’re here, I can only reluctantly beco your master."
"Roar—"
The surrounding soil layers peeled away, and the runes on the giant cauldron shone brightly, illuminating the once dim space in a golden glow.
Suddenly, a gigantic figure shot up from the depths of the pit, bringing a blast of strong air, causing everyone’s clothes to flutter violently.
It was a giant dragon covered in crimson gold.
The massive body of the dragon made the cavern seem on the verge of collapse, its eyes lantern-sized and exuding a cold, cruel gaze, every scale inverted and burning with blood flas.
However, at this mont, nine chains of black iron were nailed at the dragon’s vulnerable spot, making the dragon appear particularly pained.
And Zhou Yin’s close guard, Ms. Yue, stood atop the dragon’s head.
Half of the woman’s face was covered with dragon scales, her hands turned into sharp claws gripping dual blades, and the fine iron chains on her body were connected to the dragon’s nine black iron chains, with blood beads seeping out as the dragon struggled.
The dragon raised its head and let out a painful roar, golden pupils bursting with bloody tears.
Ms. Yue suddenly opened her mouth, emitting an inhuman shriek from her throat, and the chains piercing through her body suddenly tightened, forcibly dragging the dragon to the ground.
Luo Wanqing’s face changed dramatically: "Soul Wedge Technique?"
"Dragon blood as the guide, human soul as the wedge..."
Zhou Yin walked slowly towards the center of the giant cauldron, each step landing at the convergence of the runes. On the ground, the blood condensed into a whirlpool, within which several incomplete corpses floated and sank.
"These fools fought over the Dragon Pill to their last breath, not realizing their souls made the best sacrifices."
Luo Wanqing said coldly, "Zhou Yin, you really are heartless, even turning your long-ti guard into a sacrifice to beco a Dragon Puppet."
Zhou Yin looked up at Ms. Yue, his gaze gentle: "Sotis, sacrifices must be made. She... is willing."
He gently raised his hand.
A purple mist rose from the blood whirlpool, and the five nearest corpses instantly turned to bones.
At this mont, similar dragon scale patterns appeared on his neck as on Ms. Yue. His aura surged, his whole being seeming to rge with the giant dragon, exuding a suffocating oppression.
Zhou Yin said softly, "I can only use this thod to forcefully control the Dragon Clan, to make the Dragon Spirit acknowledge a master. I have nothing left to lose. Next, I will slowly reclaim everything that rightfully belongs to ."
Zhou Yin suddenly cast a sinister smile at Jiang Shouzhong: "Including, your woman."
No sooner had he spoken than Zhou Yin suddenly dissipated like smoke, reappearing behind Jiang Shouzhong, his finger-length dragon claws almost touching Jiang Shouzhong’s back!
"Watch out!"
Qu Hongling flung out the Phoenix Slaying Sword.
Several other won also took action.
"Roar—"
The giant dragon under Ms. Yue’s control charged towards the won.
The hair on the back of Jiang Shouzhong’s neck stood on end. He instinctively rolled sideways as the dragon claws grazed his spine, carving out three bloody marks, his clothes instantly torn open in three slashes.
The scorching dragon breath burned at the wounds, spreading pain throughout him.
The next mont, a bizarre black light suddenly enveloped Jiang Shouzhong, as thick as ink, instantly enveloping him.
Suddenly, the scene changed, and he found himself in a strange place filled with magma. The boiling magma churned and surged below, occasionally splashing up waves several feet high.
"Jiang Shouzhong!"
Zhou Yin’s voice ca from the sky above.
Jiang Shouzhong looked up, his pupils reflecting a suffocating scene.
Zhou Yin, standing on the Five-clawed Blood Dragon, suspended in the void, with tens of thousands of Dragon Souls swirling around him.
The semi-transparent dragon shadows were either incomplete or ferocious, their scarlet eyes crowding the skies like stars, staining the entire space a bloody inferno.
"Do you know why the Dragon Clan has willingly lain dormant for a thousand years?"
Zhou Yin, with seven Dragon Souls entwined around his fingertips like a puppet master toying with strings, continued, "Because they are waiting for the true king."
He suddenly spread his arms, and thousands of Dragon Souls behind him let out an ear-splitting roar.
Jiang Shouzhong coolly remarked, "Using coercive ans to make them submit, do you think they will willingly lay down their lives for you?"
Zhou Yin laughed: "Then how many do you think are truly willing to sacrifice for Dazhou? My father once said, if you want soone to die for you, either give them enough benefits or give them enough fear."
Zhou Yin pointed at Jiang Shouzhong, "Now, I’ll make you understand whether they can fight for ."
"Kill him."
With Zhou Yin’s light command, the Dragon Souls around roared towards Jiang Shouzhong.
Jiang Shouzhong gripped the Seven Kills Blade tightly with both hands.
His clothes cracked open under the searing magma and impact of the Dragon Souls.
Yet next, a strange scene appeared.
The hundred Dragon Souls diving first suddenly halted three yards before Jiang Shouzhong.
Their ferocious dragon heads slightly turned, and scarlet pupils reflected the gradually clear golden dragon patterns on Jiang Shouzhong’s back.
As the magma flas illuminated the entire dragon pattern in an instant, the oldest Silver-scaled Dragon Soul suddenly let out a sorrowful long cry, tremblingly touching a claw mark in the dark golden patterns.
Jiang Shouzhong was completely stunned by this scene.
He suddenly recalled that in the Qingzhou Underground Palace, Zhou Yin had specifically nurtured a dragon egg, intending to use it to control the Dragon Clan.
At that ti, Zhou Yin took away the Azure Dragon using the Dragon Subduing Pattern, but in truth, the real dragon was on Jiang Shouzhong.
In other words, the dragon pattern on Jiang Shouzhong’s back was the True Dragon Tattoo at this mont.
"What’s going on?"
Seeing this bizarre scene, Zhou Yin felt a surge of ominous premonition within.
The Blood Dragon beneath his feet writhed restlessly, seemingly struggling to break free from his control.
"What are you doing!! Kill him for !"
Zhou Yin roared angrily.
Zhou Yin crazily pinched the spell, only to find those Dragon Souls were circling around Jiang Shouzhong like a pilgrimage, hot golden tears welled up in their once fierce dragon eyes.
"Impossible!"
"Why is this happening?"
"This isn’t possible!"
"..."
Zhou Yin’s eyes widened with fury, his neck’s dragon scale pattern suddenly seeped black blood.
A hundred Dragon Souls roared at him.
Despite Zhou Yin’s forced control, despite the Dragon Souls’ imnse pain, they still glared at him with hatred.
On the other side, controlling the giant dragon in battle, Ms. Yue felt a tear of blood slide down her cheek, as the Dragon Puppet curse seal cracked inch by inch on her chest.
At this mont, the dragon tattoo on Jiang Shouzhong’s back burst into golden light, magma boiled like an angry sea.
Jiang Shouzhong gripped the blade with both hands, his arm muscles surged like an enraged dragon, searing marks etched into his palm from the hilt.
The Magma Sea suddenly surged up a hundred-foot wave, lifting his body.
Streams of Dragon Souls flowed into the blade, which in the heat forged a Golden Dragon along the edge.
Jiang Shouzhong’s pupils suddenly took on golden vertical lines.
The dragon tattoo on his back began to move along his spine, scales pierced through his skin, rolling and enveloping his entire body.
He transford into a giant dragon-shaped blade.
"Slash!!"
The blade touched Zhou Yin’s celestial crown.
The dragon scales on Zhou Yin’s neck exploded inch by inch with a dire wail.
The blade aura entwined with the Golden Dragon split open his flesh.
His body split from the forehead.
From the crack flowed not blood, but countless struggling fragnts of souls.
These previously enforced sacrificial Residual Souls scread as they lunged at Jiang Shouzhong, only to beco gentle like a stream returning to the sea upon touching the golden scales.
"Heavenly Dao... truly unjust."
Zhou Yin laughed bitterly and despairingly, as his shattered physique gradually disintegrated into flying ash and vanished.
Jiang Shouzhong stood in the air holding the blade.
A series of deep voices echoed, "Welco the Dragon King."
Mysteriously, Jiang Shouzhong rembered a phrase—
The three-year term has arrived, welco the Dragon King’s return!
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